i won't let you choke on the noose around your neck

[videres]

ᴡʜᴏ: Morgana & Gwaine
ᴡʜᴀᴛ: Valentine's Shenanigans.
ᴡʜᴇɴ: Feb. 11th - 13th
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: Morgana's now Valentine's themed room. CURSE YOU CASTLE.
ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ: ... THINGS HAPPENED. RATING GONE UP TO R. JUST TO BE SAFE.




[ When she wakes it is with a start, body tensing as her eyes snap open. She's not a deep sleeper, not like a long shot, unless thoroughly exhausted. So how he managed to climb into her bed without her waking is a mystery to her. Even more so than why he would come all the way from the town just to--

Sitting up suddenly, she pulls the blankets to herself, shuffling towards the edge of her bed in an attempt to put space between them. ]

Gwaine. [ Wake up. Now. And please get the hell out of her bed. ] Gwaine.

Comments

[videres]

[ Of course. For science. ]

For one I would like to get dressed.

[impetuous]

Of course. I'll...I'll be over there.

[ He'll just get up, turn his back and wander away. It's about the best he can do. ]

[videres]

Thank you.

[ At least her changing board is still in the room, though covered in decorations and hearts. Picking one of her many dresses from the closest she disappears behind the board and starts changing.

Don't you dare peak. B| ]

[impetuous]

[ He wouldn't da—no! No. Not looking. He's being good. ]

[videres]

[ Good Gwaine, no looking. Not even when she is down to nothing but her undergarments for a moment before she begins to get into her dress. ]

[impetuous]

[ ...he peeked. He's staring at a wall now, but he might have tried to catch a glimpse. ]

[videres]

[ Arthur is going to murder you. Like seriously. Gwaine you are officially dead.

It doesn't take her very long to get redressed, she's become rather self sufficient during her time here, so a few moments later she emerges from behind the screen. ]

You can stop staring at the wall now.

[impetuous]

[ If he's going to die, he's gonna make sure he has no regrets in life. ]

Don't you look a vision.

[videres]

[ Damn you Gwaine and your ability to make her smile with your silly words. ]

Are you planning on spending the whole day shirtless?

[impetuous]

[ Oh, his loss. He hates his loss so much some days. Today being one of them. ]

I...can no longer put one on myself.

[videres]

[ ...

She's not laughing, no, not at all. It's just a giggle. Really. ]

[impetuous]

It is not funny!

[ And he is not trying to keep from laughing because it actually is funny. Not at all. ]

[videres]

Of course it isn't. [ She presses her lips together to stifle her laughter. ]

Does this mean I will have to aid you? Should you decide to wear one?

[impetuous]

If you wish to. I'm sure I can find a way to cover myself with a sheet if I must.

[ No, Gwaine. No sheets. You try and they disappear. ]

[videres]

[ No, don't you dare make her sheets disappear. ]

A shirt would be much better than a sheet.

[impetuous]

Then. [ With no other choice, he wishes for a shirt and holds it out to her. ] If you will.

[videres]

Very well. [ She gets up and takes the shirt, stepping closer to him so she can guide the sleeves over his arms. ]

[impetuous]

[ He's got so much practice being a mannequin already he's practically your very own dress-up doll. Wherever you move him, he complies. ]

[videres]

[ That's wonderful, she would have to drastic measures if he had been difficult. It only takes her a matter of moments to get the shirt on him proper, tugging it down over his head. ]

There.

[impetuous]

[ He smiles. ]

Thank you, Morgana.

[videres]

[ And she smiles in return. ]

You are welcome.

[impetuous]

As we're stuck for the foreseeable future, shall we eat?

[ Well-organized priorities, Gwaine. You have them. ]

[videres]

Ah, of course. [ Sadly she lacks a kitchen in her room, so they will have to request some food from the ghosts. Technology and Morgana do not really mix.

She wishes up some breakfast, which is dutifully brought by the ghosts and placed on the nearby table. ]

[impetuous]

[ He can barely deal with his iPod so he's more than okay with wishing. He walks to the table and stands behind a chair, pulling it out so she may sit. ]

My lady.

[videres]

[ She smiles, bowing her head and taking her seat. ]

Thank you.

[ It's annoying. She cannot stop herself from being charmed by his words, his actions. ]